There is no formal life
In which something wrong
Is not intermingled
With something perfect
Though both may remain
Invisible for long periods of time
Hidden even to one another
Think of that future world when
We will be considered Neanderthals
Climbing in and out of our bodies
The best we could grow them
Seed to one yet the flower
To another lost world
Who will be perfect for an hour
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